As I come to know these fine people, they share with me more of their personal and sensitive stories. Their collective story is what I am trying to share with you as my way of breaking the stereotypical beliefs that exist. "Blog names" have occasionally been given to me by the person whose story I am telling. Names are never their actual names and wherever I can do so, I might use the opposite pronoun (his/her, etc.) just to help increase their privacy.
Friday, December 9, 2016
A Man John, His Son James and a Soccer Ball
Urban Hope, I chose an angel from the "Angel Tree" that is set up in the church. Angel Tree provides presents for children who have a parent incarcerated for an offense that is inconsequential to their child nor to me. I chose that Angel Tree tag and asked what James might like. "He's really into soccer." I was told.
Not being a sports guy, I wasn't sure where to start. Heck, I recognise a basketball two out of three times. That's my sports knowledge. Anyway, I'm digressing....
James is about 10 years old and that's a tender age not to have Dad around. I found a soccer ball on Amazon, bought it, wrapped it, put it's Angel Tree tag on it and put it in my car for delivery to Urban Hope tomorrow.
It's amazing to think that one soccer ball that I found on sale for about $10.00 will represent a child's father's love for his son and the eternal love of God.